Page 6 of The Last Time You Break Me

He began to drag me across the dance floor and toward the exit. “Oh but how I’m going to do… so many glorious things to you. I have to say though, princess… From the stories we have heard about the wraith, we thought you’d put up more of a fight.”

My heart thrashed. It pumped wildly and with such force, I thought it’d burst from my chest.

Is this happening right now?

Am I seriously being kidnapped…

Oh yes. Yes, I am.

The darkness swirled around me and a smile played on my lips hidden within the shadows.

Oh, this should be fun.

I loved when a mad thought played out like an epic plan unfolding…

I’m dragged to an exit, out into an alley and then the world goes dark.

Blood poured from my mouth, it coated my chest and slid down my arms to fall from my wrists to the ground beneath me. I yanked on my restraints, testing their strength as they cut in deeper. I clenched my pussy, and rubbed together my thighs for friction. The strange sensation blossomed, burning under the surface of my heated skin.

“This can go so much easier than this, princess. Oh, how it kills me to see such a pretty thing bleed. Just give us what we want and it can all stop. I can take away the pain,” the vile man promised as he stood above me. A hand caressed my cheek as he implored me to give him the answers he sought. He spoke with a voice that was a gateway to Stockholm syndrome. You know the one… where they speak to you like they’re your savior while they drive that rusted blade into your skin, over and over again. Then, when it’s all said and done, warp your mind into believing you needed them.

Until you’re begging for the pain.

Until you’re begging for the blood.

But I’m a different kind of bitch and this princess doesn’t cry.

She fucking maims.

I’ve given them my best show, now it’s time to really fuck with their minds.

“Who is interfering with the gun shipment? Luca or is one of his misfits working out of hand and taking the guns for themselves? The Wyelli’s won’t let that stand. Tell me who the traitor is, when and where the shipment is coming in and I might just let you walk out of here,” I started. It was all a lie. Neither of these men would ever feel the pleasure of a tight pussy or ass if they are so inclined or even the heat of a warm sun again.

Their days were numbered. Destined to end in the cold depths of a cellar they’ll never emerge from alive. Fitting given that I wondered how many lives they had ended down here.

I’ll make sure they’ll never walk out of here again.

“Did daddy break his little girl? Honey, you’re tied to a chair, bloody and bruised, and you think you’re in the position to ask us questions?” The front man chuckled. He looked back at the other goon, amusement in his eyes but the goon just stared back with a look of trepidation and uncertainty. His gaze focused on mine, unable to blink or look away as if he was staring down the open mouth of a wild animal ready to devour.

Shit-for-brains as I liked to call the first one, strutted back over to the metal tray that held all of his little toys. I watched as he picked up something that looked like a grater. As he came back over to me, he overturned my hand to have my palm up while he put pressure on the top of my fingers and bent my hand in a backward arch.

“I warned ya, darling. It’s only going to get worse.” He scrapped that metal contraption across my palm. It ripped away a layer of flesh and forced me to grit my teeth as a fire burned in my eyes.

The darkness lifted me.

In my mind, I’m lying on the floor. Arms spread like a snow angel. Only I’m in the bowels of hell, fluttering like a dark angelwithin the flames that licked back against me with a sardonic smile on my face to help keep the pain at a lulling pleasure instead of a horrifying pain.

The trick… is giving yourself to it. Never fighting it. Always accepting it.

I lost myself for a moment, retreated back to that calm place that settled all of my demons and forged me into a wicked weapon trained on its target.

The sting toyed with my nerves, but I forced it away. Turning my tightly clenched and pissed-the-fuck-off face back to the shit-for-brains, I growled, “Name. I’m growing tired of watching you trying to break me. You’re a buffoon. Your pal seems to have more cells in his head which is why he is yet to step to this side of the room.”

Anger flashed raw and vivid across his brooding face. Those hideous and skin-crawling eyes darkened while he picked up the blade beside him and dragged it down my inner arm. He opened the flesh, my blood seeped like a river and my soul shook. There was an impulse that brewed within me. Something untamable with the need to savage, but I kept it at arm’s length. I gave myself to the sensations. I can’t explain to you how it feeds the darkness or why I crave it. I can’t explain to you that instead of crying out in pain, I’m rubbing my thighs together in arousal as I bleed.

And you shouldn’t ask me to.

My mind is no place for the innocent and the weak.

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